【战锤40k同人作品翻译】Ennui 第八章：破碎 Broken(15)

I had laughed.
She made me laugh.
I turned to look back at her as I clutched my bodyglove in place around me, feeling a cold weight in my stomach as I did, but she just walking towards the bath unconcernedly. Isarae had to have heard me laugh… she’d heard the first quiet syllable of her name I had spoken from a full room or more away, so there was no possibility she didn’t hear me laugh, but she wasn’t reacting.
She reached down and twirled her fingers in the heated water, and I could see her sniffing at the scent, and wrinkling her nose a little at it.

I had to agree that the scented oils whoever had owned this place used for their bathes were leaned on a bit too strongly for my taste. Next time I bathed I resolved to find a way to turn off the automatic applicators for the oils.
Slowly, I peeled the bodyglove off, and grimaced at the feeling of it. I prayed briefly there was some kind of laundering device in this hab because I was not looking forward to donning this again prior to it being washed. With the bodyglove shed I realised how right Isarae had been about my arm,